Key West, Yoga and Dreaming

If it was just me, I would move to Key West for one year, rent a one bedroom house and write. I'd probably need to make money during that time, so I'd have to get a job doing something. I've been a bartender, that might work. Though I don't know if that's me anymore. I've been in sales, maybe real estate. But I hated sales. Wait, this is just a fantasy anyway. I'd already have a boatload of money, so I wouldn't have to work! Whew, ok, back to the story.

I would live very casually...which is just about the only thing ya really do down there. I can see it now, write in the morning, just like Hemingway did, then spend the rest of the day talking with strange people, taking yoga, eating lots a conch fritters, and drinking rum. I don't even like rum, but it goes with this story. I'm sure there's a shark in there somewhere too...

After a year, I'd submit my book to a publisher. It would be a bestseller, right? And I'd then begin the book signing and, of course, speaking tour. Maybe it's a self-help book...who knows....details, details....

Then I'd come home. Back to Michigan. Family, friends, work, Sunday night basketball with my buddies, community theatre with another group of friends (these two groups don't intersect), and Caribou Coffee, where I'm at right now.

See, when we dream, we create a new mental picture in our minds of what is possible. It may or may not happen in the world of tangibility....only God and the gods know that.

But what dreams do (waking ones and those in our sleep) is they take us to places where our imagination is free to explore, fantasize and let go, if you will. That is what we want for our children, yes? The freedom to travel mentally? To entertain the infinite possibilities of this world? To be unafraid to dream and hope and, well, believe in the power of themselves and God?

I may never write that book in Key West, or maybe I will. But that's not even the point. I am open to it. I am not closing any doors. And I know I am not alone in this type of thinking. You all have stuff like this tucked away in your hearts. Whether you are 18 or 80.

So I encourage you to dream. To suspend your disbelief. To never let go of that little kid in you who knew she could fly and who knew he'd save the planet from evil.

It's not the outcome that matters; though pragmatists may differ. It's the courage of our faith. Our corner of freedom is to think and dream the way we want. Nothing on this planet began without these predecessors.

Every now and then, we all need to be kids. My son, age 10, truly believes he will be a rock star, professional actor and Zoologist. Not either or, but all of them. I have never once told him he won't.

The messages we send to ourselves and our children our life changing. I send you all dream-filled messages today....



Jerry Nehr
www.creativediscoveries.net

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